Classical Poems

Poems
Title Poet
The Princess (prologue)
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day
Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun
Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
The Princess And The Page
There is a legend—you have read it—
Of a fair page whom evil spells
Harriet Monroe poet by Harriet Monroe
on 4/16/2010
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told
Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold;
 La Fontaine poet by La Fontaine
on 1/1/2004
The Princess Elizabeth, when a prisoner at Woodstock, 1554
Will you hear how once repining
Great Eliza captive lay,
William Shenstone poet by William Shenstone
on 4/19/2010
The Princess in the Tower
I
The Princess sings:
 Sara Teasdale poet by Sara Teasdale
on 1/3/2003
The Princess: A Medley: As thro' the land
As thro' the land at eve we went,
And pluck'd the ripen'd ears,
 Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
The Princess: A Medley: Ask me no more
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,
 Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
The Princess: A Medley: Come down, O Maid
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang)
 Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
The Princess: A Medley: Home they Brought her Warrior Dead
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry:
 Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
The Princess: A Medley: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
 Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,
Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,
 Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies have Fall'n
Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed,
The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark,
 Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
 Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands;
 Alfred Lord Tennyson poet by Alfred Lord Tennyson
on 1/1/2004
The Princess's Finger-Nail: A Tale Of Nonsense Land
All through the Castle of High-bred Ease,
Where the chief employment was do-as-you-please,
 Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
on 4/2/2010
The Prinkin' Leddie
The Hielan' lassies are a' for spinnin',
The Lowlan' lassies for prinkin' and pinnin';
Elinor Morton Wylie poet by Elinor Morton Wylie
on 1/3/2003
The Printer's Error
Fellow compositors
and pressworkers!
 Aaron Fogel poet by Aaron Fogel
on 1/1/2004
The Prioress’s Tale [from Chaucer]
'Call up him who left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold.'
 William Wordsworth poet by William Wordsworth
on 4/5/2010
The Prism
I.
A pool of broken sunbeams lay
 George MacDonald poet by George MacDonald
on 4/9/2010
The Prison Bell
Hark to the bell of sorrow! - 'tis awak'ning up again
Each broken spirit from its brief forgetfulness of pain.
Owen Suffolk poet by Owen Suffolk
on 1/1/2004
The Prisoner
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear
Year after year in gloom and desolate despair;
 Emily Jane Brontë poet by Emily Jane Brontë
on 1/3/2003
The Prisoner
I lash and writhe against my prison bars,
And watch with sullen eyes the gaping crowd . .
Lucy Maud Montgomery poet by Lucy Maud Montgomery
on 1/3/2003
The Prisoner
I count the dismal time by months and years
Since last I felt the green sward under foot,
 Elizabeth Barrett Browning poet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
on 5/13/2001
The Prisoner
Since I walked careless in the noisy street,
With common words for any I might meet,
 Isabella Fyvie Mayo poet by Isabella Fyvie Mayo
on 10/19/2012
The Prisoner
Upspoke the culprit at the bar,
Conducting his own case:
 Robert William Service poet by Robert William Service
on 1/13/2003
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